A Memory

Never Too Late
by Ben Huberman
Is there a person you should’ve thanked, but never had the chance? Is there someone who helped you along the way without even realizing it? Here’s your chance to express your belated gratitude.

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We knew that my (late) husband R was going back to his Unit, which was stationed at Mangla. Actually the Unit was at the border, but the families were living at Mangla. R had already asked the Adjutant to arrange for an accommodation for us. There was no dearth of houses at Mangla like it was at other stations, where you had to wait for months to get allotted a house.

Imagine our consternation upon arrival in the evening (the whole day R had been driving to get there), that no house was waiting for us to be occupied. We were cold, and hungry with two toddlers (one, and three), minus a home, feeling quite dejected, sitting outside in a car.

Thankfully one fellow officer invited us to his home for the night, and another one invited us for evening meal to his home. That was the first time I met Mrs. J, when we had our dinner at her home.

Early next morning R went to the Station Headquarters to get keys to our new home.

I remember Mrs. J as a very nice person with a friendly disposition, and smily face. She treated me with genuine affection.

Through her I discovered the art of making perfect meat roast, and mutton Tikkas. I always remember her when I am making those two dishes.

We had a very short stay at Mangla, just for three months. I missed Mrs. J when we left for a new destination.

It is strange when people love, or like you, you know without their telling you in words. The same is true when some person dislikes you, or hate you with no rhyme, or reason (the situation I face now).

With Mrs. J, I always felt loved by her. Thank you Mrs. J for letting me in your heart, and being so nice. God Bless you in this life, and the Hereafter. Ameen.

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